Globalti
Legendary Member
Had a comical experience last night.... I went to my GP on Thursday about something and while I was there I asked him if he could have a look in my right ear because I've been getting an awful noise like something is touching my eardrum. He looked and couldn't see anything, no wax buildup or anything obvious.
Next day it was worse than ever, every time I moved my jaw or face I was getting a loud sound like someone crinkling paper. Rang the surgery, put on my best "secretary charmer" voice and asked if I could nip back on the way home for him to have another look. "Sure, come at 4 pm" she replied. So I dropped in and the surgery was quiet, no other patients waiting and my GP seemed pretty relaxed. So there I am with the Dr peering into my ear and eventually he spots the problem, a thick rogue hair that's growing inwards and touching the eardrum. He nips round to his colleague to borrow some thin forceps but can't get the hair. Goes back for some tweezers, still no luck. By this time I've been there a good 30 minutes and I'm worrying about the other patients. Then in comes the colleague for a look, he spends several minutes fiddling around in my ear while Dr no 1 holds the ear back. I mention that I'm worried I might be taking too much of their time and there must be other patients. He quickly checks the appointments on the computer and sees that there's still time as a couple of patients haven't turned up. "Anyway" he says "I'm not going to let this beat me now!" The two of them are clearly relishing the challenge, which doesn't say much for the level of professional stimulation in General Practice, does it?
Dr no 2 nips back to his room for another set of tweezers and has another go, trying to get the nose of the tweezers through the hole in the middle of the ear-scope thingy. Eventually he gives up and advises his colleague to book me into a special ear clinic. We finish, I thank my GP and leave..... and to my horror there's at least a dozen people sitting in the waiting room, all staring at me with interest, wondering what can be so serious as to have two doctors rushing back and forth with tweezers and forceps and consulting urgently inside the room. I felt terrible - if only they had known it was all about a hair! Afterwards my son reckoned I should have come out and fallen on the waiting room floor clutching my chest dramatically then jumped up and said "had you fooled!"
So far this little hair has cost me zero and the NHS probably getting on for a couple of hundred quid. Suddenly I don't feel bad about paying taxes.
Next day it was worse than ever, every time I moved my jaw or face I was getting a loud sound like someone crinkling paper. Rang the surgery, put on my best "secretary charmer" voice and asked if I could nip back on the way home for him to have another look. "Sure, come at 4 pm" she replied. So I dropped in and the surgery was quiet, no other patients waiting and my GP seemed pretty relaxed. So there I am with the Dr peering into my ear and eventually he spots the problem, a thick rogue hair that's growing inwards and touching the eardrum. He nips round to his colleague to borrow some thin forceps but can't get the hair. Goes back for some tweezers, still no luck. By this time I've been there a good 30 minutes and I'm worrying about the other patients. Then in comes the colleague for a look, he spends several minutes fiddling around in my ear while Dr no 1 holds the ear back. I mention that I'm worried I might be taking too much of their time and there must be other patients. He quickly checks the appointments on the computer and sees that there's still time as a couple of patients haven't turned up. "Anyway" he says "I'm not going to let this beat me now!" The two of them are clearly relishing the challenge, which doesn't say much for the level of professional stimulation in General Practice, does it?
Dr no 2 nips back to his room for another set of tweezers and has another go, trying to get the nose of the tweezers through the hole in the middle of the ear-scope thingy. Eventually he gives up and advises his colleague to book me into a special ear clinic. We finish, I thank my GP and leave..... and to my horror there's at least a dozen people sitting in the waiting room, all staring at me with interest, wondering what can be so serious as to have two doctors rushing back and forth with tweezers and forceps and consulting urgently inside the room. I felt terrible - if only they had known it was all about a hair! Afterwards my son reckoned I should have come out and fallen on the waiting room floor clutching my chest dramatically then jumped up and said "had you fooled!"
So far this little hair has cost me zero and the NHS probably getting on for a couple of hundred quid. Suddenly I don't feel bad about paying taxes.